I don't know
I don’t know what to do with all this free time. I dreamed about it for so long. And yet here I am. Frozen. Feeling guilty for not working.
Traveling, sure. And then? I fill the space work held. I distract my brain.
I don’t know if I want to keep sailing. From afar, it’s romantic. Up close, I fear the sea. I love the planning, imagining these places. I had moments I’ll never forget: fjords in Norway, glaciers in Svalbard, pilot whales circling the boat.
But is it worth it? Stress. Fear. Cold. Exhaustion. Sea sickness...
I don’t know why I write this blog. For the pleasure of writing? I catch myself checking the readers. To improve my writing? I’m not seeking feedback, I’m too afraid of it. As a diary? I’m not brave enough to share my most personal thoughts. And why would I?